Duck Lake ravens, not ducks

I'm a wee bit embarrassed to say that I have no idea how the heck the dice rolls work on here. I don't mind doing that, though, as long as you let me know how it's done. xD Gah, I feel clueless for not knowing this. Watch, it's going to end up being something as simple as using some other website for the dice rolls. It always ends up being overly simple when I can't get it. "orz

As soon as the words signaling their start left the other's mouth, Alastor was off. He trotted over to tree after tree, lowering his nose to the ground each and every time in order to nudge around the ground, and to sniff for any traces of squirrels. Squirrels buried their nuts, so wherever one of them lingered int he past, meant a possible acorn burial site. It wasn't a quick thing, never could be when it came to those eccentric little buggers. They always seemed to want to bury their food in the strangest of places, allowing only one or two nuts to a single spot. It seemed crazy, but also somewhat smart, to the yearling, but those thoughts weren't going to help him find a tree seed first. He needed to thing like those crazy, chattering rodents if he wanted to come out on top.